A Book of Little Poems ;)

To Make You Proud

You know I try hard

But trying to make you proud

Is like chasing a far away cloud

High up in the sky

Always too high

As though always unreachable

Unthinkable

The most I can do

Is take a picture to frame

But it's never meant to be claimed

A picture to hang on my wall, and admire

But never meant for me to acquire

How come this is so difficult

No matter what I do

It's always the same result

Every time I rebuilt the broken down wall

In the end, I always tilt, and fall

Sometimes I wonder

How come it's so hard

To make you proud